Another day in Paradise

We're still in Los Frailes. The wind is screaming through the anchorage, and in the company of a dozen or so other boats, we await suitable weather for making the next jump. It's not a bad place to be marooned. We're beside a long, sandy beach, with reportedly incredible snorkeling. There is a row of grass palapas on the beach to provide shade from the scorching sun. I'm reading Shantaram, a huge, somewhat intimidating, tome, donated by Sooh, and I'm loving it! I've never been to India, and this book paints an enchanting picture.

The wind seduced John into rigging the windsurfing gear, and he enjoyed an hour of sometimes gusty, sometimes over-powered, sometimes dead wind conditions in the bay. I ended up rowing to the beach in our dinghy for a rescue mission. But it was the first time we've used the gear on this trip, so it was nice to know we've been hauling it around for a purpose!

By mid-afternoon, we rowed to the beach, donned our snorkel gear, and jumped into the refreshing water. We snorkeled along a fabulous reef with dozens of amazing tropical fish. This area is now a protected park, and apparently the La Paz aquarium stocked their exhibits from this area - it is fabulously diverse. We saw all sorts of fish - most of which we can't name. But there were parrotfish, angelfish, puffers, triggerfish, and many many more.

Weather forecasts are calling for one more day of this wind, before we'll have a chance to poke around the corner...but we'll see. We're anxious to make it to the next anchorage, where the Giggling Marlin awaits with cold cervezas and perhaps a meeting with John's cousin, Terry!